"Good thinking!"Al complained through his shallow, rapid gasps, "Godammit, I can ... walk! Ya don't need ... t' be carryin' me like ... a damn baby!" ...ike hell you can walk," Errol said, "You can hardly breathe!"He shoved his hands under Al's knees and scooped him up while the son held the door open. The old man couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and twenty pounds. They got him into the passenger seat and on the way to the hospital. Errol watched them as the car sped off and turned the. Which is sure whatyour fucking problem is," he replied. "It's some kind of shit calledestradiol, whatever the fuck that is. And don't ask me how many to take.You think I'm a fucking doctor or something? Take one or two and if youfucking die, you took too fucking many," and with that he went into hisbedroom and turned on his stereo.Well, that conversation really gave me a lot of faith in Matt's futureas a Pharmacist so I just tossed the baggie on the dresser in my bedroomand went back to fixing. I could only admire her style. The dress she had on was a white rayon-silky party dress that laced up the open front from her waist in a criss cross pattern and the skirt flared out in four layers to mid thigh. The top had built in bra cups and depending on how tight she laced it up would fall open or stay closed. The bra cups were cut wide in the middle so no matter how tight it was laced; the swell of her breasts could still be seen. She had it almost hanging open with the tie ends hanging. " Why not, Snow? I certainly have little if any to lose if it come to cuting up of reputations. You, on the other hand, are in some danger. Some considerable danger. Someday, a great writer will remark 'Rosey O'Grady and the Colonel's Lady are sister under the skin, ' but it will be years after even his time, if ever, before a woman whose fortune was made by... backbreaking labor... as yours was will be accepted into society if it's officially brought to people's attention..."The Widow.